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Below are the all-time best Paul Ray poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Not Carved In Stone

Cold bleak winter rain has fallen
On your velvet hair and skin;
Once a masterpiece in color,
Now washed clean and white again.

Visions paint a flower of beauty 
From your love grown through the years;
Now within my storm of silence, 
Petals shake from all my tears.

Through the pain I see the rainbow 
Where you’ve found the pot of gold;
From your non-regretful outlook,
And your selfless servant mold.

Still from lost dreams shared together,
That I’ve hoped for like a child;
I must give them back to heaven,
Since my “what ifs” have run wild.

Now I stand beside the marker,
Looking at your granite stone;
Knowing well your soul was lifted
Straight to God at heaven’s throne.

As I see your name is etched there
With your birth date in the sun;
It seems wrong to carve your ending,
Since your true life’s just begun.

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At Last With Fall

What beauty comes at last with Fall
When golden hour is best of all -
Where Autumn’s light set trees aglow
With shimmering shades and bright yellow,
And where each backdrop’s reddish scene
Is sprinkled with some evergreen.

It seems to be a magic sign
When colors clash against the pine,
And temperatures begin to change
While verdant hillsides rearrange.

It’s when there’s splendor by a lake,
And when there’s piles of leaves to rake;
There’re pumpkin patches plain in view,
And frost that chills each morning dew. 

What beauty comes at last with Fall
When sunflowers grow up nice and tall,
And sway in fields where asters grow
With purple heads lined in a row -  
Where butterflies swim in the air,
And dance amongst the clover there.  

There’s wonder in a mountain scene
With quilt-like colors in between
The peaks, the ranges, and the sky 
Where downy cotton clouds drift by.

There’re crisp clean chills felt in each breeze
While gently fall the sun scorched leaves;
An amber tinge to morning’s haze, 
And maple leaves glow with a blaze. 

What beauty comes at last with Fall
As God repaints His earthen ball 
With touches made with red and gold?
It is a wonder to behold.
But though I’m no authority -
I know God did this all for me.

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Eight Times the Earth Went 'Round the Sun

Eight times the earth went ‘round the sun - 
Our world had only just begun 
To know a parent’s joy;
To have and hold and kiss a face,
And feel a child’s sweet warm embrace 
While under God’s employ.

The time we had was brief but bright 
With toys and games and walks at night, 
And pitches on the lawn;
What zest for life he showed so well,
Who ran in fields like a gazelle
Or like the nimblest fawn.

But then one day a storm arose, 
And struck our child from head to toes
From fever and a chill;
In haste the doctors tested him,
Which proved his chance to live was slim
With no known cure or pill. 
 
O precious child who lay in bed,
With wrinkled brow and fevered head, 
A rose among wild flowers;
We came to him and held his hand,
And kissed his face where tears did land
On cheeks for many hours.

I still recall the words my son
Spoke last as I had just begun
To brighten up his room;
“Do not be sad. I’m here with God 
With clothes so white and joy abroad,
Forever from this gloom.”

Right then his life was taken there,
Assuring us not to despair
Of where his soul was sent;
And now we wait upon the Lord -
While trusting Him in deed and word,
As our lives now are spent.

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Rain Vision

Peering through the lattice chains 
Of transformed lucent windowpanes; 
The pelting water blurs my view
Of lights down on the avenue.

Racing droplets filled with light,
From flashing neon signs at night;
All sparkle, bubbling up like soap,
As jewels in a kaleidoscope. 

Pounding torrents fast then slow,
That splatter, splashing to and fro; 
Cause panes of glass to smear and streak,
While moisture levels reach their peak.

Then passing on, the shower goes,
With all its dazzling diamond shows;
And, as the raindrops disappear,
The view again grows plainly clear.

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I Love It When

I love it when I get you sweetheart
All to myself;
To take a walk -
To sit and talk -
About our lives and health.

I love it when I take you sweetheart
Out for a ride; 
To drive around -
To get unwound -
With just you by my side.

I know you are so busy 
Slaving away;
You wash -
You mend -
You cook -
You tend -
And go to work each day. 

I know you are an angel
Sent from above;
You serve -
You care -
You heal -
You share -
God’s precious gift of love. 

I love it when I have you sweetheart
Close in my arms;
Your kiss, your face, 
Your warm embrace, 
Are some of your great charms.

I’ll love it when in heaven sweetheart
God will make things new;
I’ll be in white, 
And what a sight 
When He puts wings on you.